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6.7.05

after 3 hours sniffing aerosol fumes from a spraycan of black paint, i have experienced my first chemical high since the drug+alcohol free era the abbsta has endured. it was so very strange. so easily did i get into character - and the character wasn't even mine! let me explain how aerosol fumes came into the picture...i wasn't deliberately sniffing up on it. we had alot of black to paint, and the hardware shop seemed to have run out of paint at a budget price. the set is classic black and white, and it just plays with your mind. before i ruin it for everyone who may be coming, it sure was fucking with my mind (or the aerosol fumes were)...after 3 hrs of sniffing and rehearsing, i got home, felt elated and free, like all was well, browsed the net and fell asleep.

i could swear my whole lungs were black still - literally, with sniffing of black spraypaint particles...not good. i can feel it and it's in my throat etc. hail to protective gear...because professional painters must have such big probs later on in life.

grim reaper, as promised:

note the strong skeletal structure, the hollow skull and accented cheekbones indicating authoratativeness? the mad ass cape and that sharp curved blade on his scythe? doesn't this image command respect and fear??? he will take you away, and he means business!!!!









now have a look at this supposed grim reaper (courtesy of the RTA):

note that grey head with big round, black eyes - not a eye sockets. the skin covering its skull - you can't see teeth showing as would a human skull. the cape, were it red, would pass off as being little red riding hood's, obviously there to hide a big brained head. lanky frame...typical of aliens...only bigger because it's half human or something...and look at that pole...like...er..WHAT?! a "turn" sign?! wow...so what, the grim reaper is now moonlighting as a tour guide giving directions?

or is it a UFO-humanoid touring round town, posing with the turn sign for a lovely photo of a foggy, earthly morning? wow, i can just imagine what is behind that turn..."slow down, otherwise you'll miss it!"

this is easily a tourist attraction sign: "slow down and turn that-a-way, and you will see the ufo we've landed."

OMG! how can anyone think that's a grim reaper?! this is pathetic! we drove past this on that dark stretch of freeway on a misty cold night, and when i saw it i went "why do they have a ufo...." and then realised it was in fact a bad bad bad artist trying to capture the essence of the grim reaper. if the billboard's intention was to caution drivers, it won't work...

now imagine a 5m tall grim reaper billboard with a sceptre in its hand, staring at a driver late at night on a deserted freeway, i can just imagine the driver being scared shitless, screaming, speed up and missed the turn and crashed into the trees - which would have defeated the billboard's purpose...

Oh~!...that's why there were so many crosses on the trees...


The RTA reaper isn't cool at all. He's a nerd. I'd run him down and no-sell him if he blocked my way. Though the first one is badass, I'd freak out if I saw him at the end of the road and I'd cry... or something.  


ian: yes - while i was posting i kept getting sceptre in my head coz of that stupid rta gremlin. thanks for the correction.  


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